Wyatt showed up wearing the same outfit he’d worn to breakfast—board shorts, tank top, and cowboy hat—but he’d put on his boots, the same broken-in cowboy boots I’d met him in yesterday. He had a towel draped around his neck and bright-green plastic sunglasses hooked on his tank top. “You’re going to go swimming in boots?” He hit me with that grin again. “You’re going to go hiking in flip-flops?”
i think it is clear that neither one of you are dressed appropriately
